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NXT High School

Chapter 1-A New Beginning

My name is Gwyndaf Wheeler, a newbie in wrestling. No-one in my family likes wrestling, I am a first generation wrestler. Today I am starting my first term (A/N In Britain we use term instead of semester) at NXT High School-England. There are 2 NXT High Schools, one in Florida and one in Cornwall, England. I am all packed and ready to go. I just hope everything goes well.

"Are you ready to go?" My mum shouts to me.

"Yes and I have plenty of underwear before you ask." I reply

"Good but we have to leave in 5 minutes to get you to your train in time."

"Okay" I yell down.

"This is it, I am becoming a wrestler."

I rush downstairs with my suitcases and place them by the front door and take a few seconds to look around the house and remember what I am doing and why I am doing it. I head out the door with my cases and into the car, ready for what lies ahead.

5 hours later

I walk out the train station and see someone holding a sign with my name on it.

"I'm here to take you to NXT High." The man said to me. "Do you want me to carry your suitcases to the car?"

"No thank you, I'll be fine." I replied.

I loaded my bags into the boot of the taxi. We sat in comfortable silence all the way to the school. Once I arrived I thanked the driver and headed inside. When I got inside I was greeted by the receptionist.

"Hello, What's your name?"

I replied quickly but calmly, "Gwyndaf Llewellyn Wheeler."

"Come through so we can give you everything you need."

I walked through the blacked out doors to find a gym on my left with seven rings and about 30 or 40 kids listening to someone in the ring. My eyes were taken off the gym when the receptionist talked.

"Now, here is a security card for your room, this is your timetable and here is a map of the school." She said while handing me the three items. "Do you have any questions?"

"Yes," I replied, "What's my room number?"

"Sorry I forgot, your room is E8."

"Thank you."

I quickly rushed to find my room and put my suitcases in there. I took out my door card and swiped it to hear a satisfying sound. But when I opened the door I saw two other people in the room. One, who had a very strong Irish accent, said to me.

"Who the feck are you?"